media circus and bad police work | | Array |
Meditating on Spring | ... | Array |
memorial | ... | Array |
Memorial Day | DRAFT | Array |
Minneapolis, Aug 1, 2007 | Draft | Array |
Minneapolis, Aug 1, 2007 | Release candidate | Array |
miracles, gingerale and Michelangelo | Just a little ditty about things I wish I'd thought while i was there. But of course, I was never there. I was always here. How sad is that? | Array |
mirror mirror on the wall | | Array |
missing | | Array |
moonlight's edge as she cries in bed | flighty silly stuff..i know. | Array |
more icing on the petunia | ... | Array |
musings in a dentist's chair | draft | Array |
my favorite atheist hypocrite evangelizing | | Array |
my favorite path to hell | | Array |
my gas stove | ... | Array |
my last castle | ... | Array |
my last conversation with a supermodel | | Array |
My Ode to Democrats | ... it's more of a thought piece. Not a rant at all. | Array |
My Ode to Republicans | | Array |
My view on public health insurance | | Array |
Naked | | Array |
nature vs. nurture | draft | Array |
Near the Boott Mill | | Array |
never mind | | Array |
new friends after the bloody lip has dried | | Array |
New Life | As the title indicates, both the one born and the one I embarked on myself. | Array |
new love, old love, and our dream to go | Draft | Array |
no God but the internet | | Array |
nothing is ever enough, except the dream | | Array |
numb to the swirling storm | draft | Array |
oatmeal | ... | Array |
Observations while eating a peanutbutter and fluff sandwich | | Array |
Ode to a last kiss in moonlight | Draft | Array |
Ode to a plastic cow | ... | Array |
ode to a poet who thinks he’s great | Draft 2 | Array |
Ode to Extinction and Fat | ... | Array |
of saints and zombies | | Array |
ok ok ok, I love you | Draft | Array |
Old friends | | Array |
old friends drift past | .. | Array |
On Contemplating a Sculpture | Tuesday night I went and saw my friend Patrick Pierce read his poetry and show his sculptures. It was a fun night, and it inspired this poem. It's a bit long and hairy, and this is just a first draft. | Array |
On Tuesdays | | Array |
On Tuesdays | erotic, a bit. | Array |
our average little marriage | ... | Array |
overheard | Draft | Array |
Overheard in the President's Office | | Array |
parade march | ... | Array |
patience | draft | Array |
peace at forest glenn cemetery | Draft | Array |
Peeku | | Array |